Cheech And Chong's 12 Days Of Christmas
On da first day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
A jalupa in a cactus tree.
On da second day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
A fat a$$ed loco b!tch in a thong mang.
On da third day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
Chong in a polka dotted dress.
On da fourth day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
A doll tryin' to chop my head off.
On da fifth day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
A spicy turkey taco on my front pooooooooooooooorch.
On da sixth day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
A CD wit himself on it mang.
On da seventh day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
A spiky haired loco wit a joint.
On da eighth day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
A sombraro to cover my private parts.
On da ninth day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
A drunkin' reindeer on my front lawn.
On da tenth day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
An empty plate wit no milk or cookies.
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Santa Cleese left for me,
A dirty cajun playing a ukelele.
On day twelfth day of Christmas
Santa left for me,
A big fat a$$ stuck in my face.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.21/2004
I was not, I repeat, was NOT going to post this one at all. Nobody take any offence to this write. I don't do drugs. Never have. Never will. I just thought it would be funny to write something out of the ordinary.
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